Best Sadtree Poems
The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.
The tree outside her window
Watched as the little girl cried
It often became her refuge
Offering her a place to hide
Perched upon its crooked limbs
Her tears dripped from its leaves
A cry for help that goes unheard
For years no one believes
Each night he came to find her
With whiskey on his breath
It's been this way for way too long
Since her mother's untimely death
The tree of whispers saw it all
The stories this tree could tell
The secrets found among its leaves
Tells of her living hell
One day the girl went missing
Her body was never found
But the wind still tells her secrets
When the leaves fall to the ground